At One With the Ocean
I'm going to build a boat.
It doesn't have to be large –
just enough for one,
comfortably.
And when it's done,
I will set sail,
taking with me a heart full of love
and a head full of dreams.
Tears by the million
for no one to see.
The ocean will take those tears,
and as they mingle with the salty brine,
I will be one with the ocean.
I will have my bag of tricks, as well.
A million kisses, one for one, with the tears,
for I have kissed you a million times, or more.
And my broken heart, edges worn now,
no longer jagged or sharp,
but dulled by time -- still broken.
As I dump my kisses and broken heart,
I am one with the ocean.
The ocean accepts all with emotion
in its endless expanse.
Last, but not least, my soul.
I won't say I can throw it,
or even drop it over the side.
The balls of light, colors surreal,
dance in my hands, encircling me,
warm and gentle, dream-like,
and I realize I can't let it go.
It must remain in my bag of tricks
at least for another day.
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